There’s a price to pay, for what your wanna say Another revolution, there’s no solution In the summertime, in the streets of crime Want a situation, one of desperation
I’ve got, you’ve got Who’s got the right to say – what’s for me I’ve got, you’ve got – we’ve got an enemy
There’s no sympathy, a world of apathy In the name of peace, there’s no relief Where did time go, on death row